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fredag, 21 augusti, 2009
The battle has been fierce. The naked, odourless bodies off the defeated enemies lies sprawled in the alley. Humans, bah!
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torsdag, 20 augusti, 2009
Due to a time travelling fuck up, I’ve ended up ten seconds into the future, which is pretty annoy… Due to a time travelling fuck up, I’ve ended up ten seconds into the future, which is pretty annoying.
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torsdag, 20 augusti, 2009
Hello, I’m mr. Reaper and I’ve come to pick you up. Oh, dang! Wrong house. Sorry…
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onsdag, 19 augusti, 2009
The demons are after me. I need somewhere to hide. Could I slip into your mind? Please! It’ll only be for a couple off days. Thanks!
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onsdag, 19 augusti, 2009
I’m trapped in a dark in a cage full off leeches. I can’t stand nor lie down. Oh, it feels so good to be home aga
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tisdag, 18 augusti, 2009
The night is silent, and so are we. Who else dwells in the dark? Oh, none to worry about. Just the creatures. The creatures of the dark.
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tisdag, 18 augusti, 2009
I’m exhausted and covered in blood. But it’s all good, I’m ready. I can finally move on. It’s so bright here…
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måndag, 17 augusti, 2009
Sadness cuts so deep through my life it’s like it’s its backbone, the very essence off what it’s made off.
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måndag, 17 augusti, 2009
The bomb went off with the second greatest bang in history. Had we succeeded? Only time would tell. Unfortunately time was silent as a wall.
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måndag, 17 augusti, 2009
I’m not a vampire. I’m just 300 years old, drink blood and have a thing about garlic and sunshine. Well, all right, maybe I a vampire. But does that mean you can’t love me?
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